Joanne Gilbert-Cannon, who came to IBTS a couple of years ago for a study leave, has shared this poem which she wrote whilst at IBTS.
Where God lives? By Joanne Gilbert-Cannon
(A poem from Prague, IBTS Study leave Jan. 2010)
I went to the mountain
to peer up at the top
couldn’t wait to see God.
Up those rocks and stairs
and ice I climbed
for one glimpse
something of the extra-ordinarily
But what I found,
were many others
that looked like me
but spoke slightly differently.
were climbing for a GOD-sighting
still-life of the Holy One.
and into dreams,
then further into ideas
we climbed together.
Until we finally saw you—
down at coffee—on the stool next to us at the bar
sitting on the wood bench in reception.
One of us caught your eye on the tram
gave you a koruna as you shivered in the cold at St. Wenceslas Square.
My dear God,
couldn’t you please go back to live on the mountain-top.
it’s easier to find you there.
the valley has become so crowded, noisy and dirty.
We would love to help you move.